Gemotions

The silence in the room was deafening. He had found his wife’s, Sophia’s, savings account records, and the realization was a heavy burden. Now, George felt as though he were walking on eggshells. He felt a constant ache.

He retreated to the garage, pretending to work on his car. He scrubbed at the engine, his movements harsh and jerky. He hated lying to Sophia, but he knew he couldn’t face her just yet.

He slammed the hood shut, the sound echoing in the stillness of the neighborhood. The sun was setting, casting long, dark shadows, mirroring the uncertainty that now clouded his thoughts.